Vernal Asgard was much cooler in the cosmos than it had been on Earth, and it had been pretty awesome on Earth. Her contributions to the place ran rampant, even in the room they stood in, but she hadn't thought much about the vibranium or the science of it all. Shuri had promised her mother (and Nakia) that she would enjoy herself and keep her nose 'out of the gears' for an evening such as an Avenger's wedding. Asgard and Wakanda were known allies, and the party was as much a diplomatic event for her as it was a marriage of good friends.
As if on cue, Sargeant Barnes approached her, and the princess smiled at him (okay, a smirk). "The White Wolf graces me with his attentions," Shuri replied to his greeting, then her head tilted to the side with curiosity at his compliments and concern. It wasn't out of the ordinary for him to be kind, no no, but it was odd to hear him be so social and superfluous. Odd and impressive. She grinned.
"I am having as good a time as T'Challa permits," Shuri teased, without so much as a glance at her brother. "You look well, yourself. I was hoping to see you tonight - but you and the captain have been clinging to the walls better than Peter Parker can." Her eyes were alit with amusement. The Wakandan's chin rose in a gesture toward his hair. "It looks nice, I am glad you kept it long."